It was written in the sand
But the sea washed it away.
It was written on the cliffs
But they crumbled day by day.
It was written on the sun
But the clouds did claim the sky.
And then we wrote it in our hearts
So that it will never die.

I read so much of some peoples work
I go to their profile and just scroll down
Reading up from wherever I land
I'm interested, intrigued, indefinitely
I can always find something to consume my mind
For minutes
For hours
For days at a time
Filling my thoughts with questions and worries, of "what ifs"
With contemplation, I read every word, with some, I memorize every line
If asked I'm sure I could recite ones poem or two
I'm never sure what to do when ones work leaves me reeling, wondering
wondering about them
wondering about who they are and what inspires them
About what they know, of what they might have been through
maybe that's a little intrusive?
But knowing Ill most likely never know the answers
I've become okay with just wondering, pondering, the possible "what ifs" and "how's"
It's become a hobby, more of a habit, really, when happening upon something amazing
I read it again and again
until its stuck in my head
like a song with a catchy tune stuck on repeat
I don't mind
but it does make me think

I was hooked on you
Before knowing your name
Heard you loved to write
Chased your dream of fame

I wanted to get closer
Without fear or dread
Because your eyes lit up
With every word you said

They said you were a player
That every girls the same
But that didn’t scare me
I wasn’t new to the game

You see you were a dream
A girl should be scared to chase
So I got up the courage
To see you face to face

Then we started to talk
And you lead me outside
You saw I was into you
Although I tried to hide

You kissed me once
Right there in the street
Then again and again
In your passenger seat

I’m not one to believe in love
For its such a stupid thing
But God how much I loved
Just listening to you sing

I feel silly now for thinking
That we could ever be
I was always young for you
On that we finally agree

It’s funny, I never told you
That I write too, all the time
Guess you’re not the only one
That can come up with a rhyme

So as I sit back on the curb
And drag on another cigarette
I decide I’m glad I met you
You’re something I wont forget

Greet me!

You think you know me
You think you’ve seen me

Praise me!

For I am a hero with my own might,
I am a savior in my own right.

Love me!

For I am Love,
and I am a vision of him

Fear me!

For you think you know me
You think you’ve seen me
You think I’m your hero
but in truth; I’m no one’s hero but everyone's last step before the fall

Mother always said that the beautiful ones were the most broken
But maybe the broken ones are the most beautiful..